Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

When Xing said this, his expression was so serious that he didn't seem to be joking.

She even turned her head slightly to take a closer look at the little girl in the suitcase.

His gaze swept from head to toe, his eyes looking exactly like he was appraising something.

The little girl trembled under her gaze and shrank closer to March 7th's arms.

"I'm worthless! I just got promoted! I haven't even finished paying my social security!"

"It's okay, I'm not picky."

Xing crouched down.

"You can pay me back with your body."

The little girl's eyes widened, her entire face filled with fear of the word "sexual repayment."

She clutched March 7th's sleeve tightly, and asked in a low voice, her voice trembling with tears:

"Sisters...are you really here for rescue, or to traffic people?"

March 7th gently patted the little girl's back while turning her head to glare fiercely at Xing.

Qiye finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He looked at Xing, who was squatting on the ground with a matter-of-fact expression, and felt a little confused.

"Wait a minute."

He pointed at the stars, his expression as if he had swallowed something he couldn't bring himself to eat.

"Didn't you have amnesia? How do you still know the term 'sexual repayment'?"

Xing stood up and slung the baseball bat over his shoulder.

Instead of answering directly, she looked at Qiye with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"I have amnesia, not mental disability."

Qi Ye choked for a moment.

"Is this the only vocabulary you retained from the part of your memory that you didn't lose?"

"It still preserves how to identify a good person."

Xing raised a finger and pointed to his head.

When she spoke of good people, she moved her finger from her own head to Qiye, and then tapped his chest.

Qi Ye looked down at the finger poking her chest and expressionlessly brushed it away.

"Thank you for your high praise."

But can you tell me first, do you have amnesia, or have you simply forgotten everything you don't want to remember?

"Of course it's amnesia."

Xing pulled his hand back, shouldered the bat again, and looked completely at ease.

"Didn't you see I couldn't even remember my own name? I just remembered it."

What does this mean? It means my memory loss is real, not something I'm faking.

"Then why do you still remember terms like galgame, sexual favors, and cheat codes?"

Xing tilted her head and thought for a moment, then answered with a serious expression:

"Maybe it's because these things are important to me!"

"Is your only important possession a visual novel cheat code and sexual favors?"

"And baseball."

Xing took the bat off his shoulder, twirled it in his hand with a smooth motion, and then carried it back.

She turned to look at the little girl who was still shivering in March 7's arms.

He looked her up and down, then pursed his lips.

"She's really worthless. She cries too much."

Even if I did sell her, the buyer would return her.

The little girl's crying, which had almost stopped, was startled back by her words.

She clutched at the sleeve of March 7th, her voice trembling, and asked:

"Why is she still thinking about selling me?"

March 7th took a deep breath, turned to stare at the stars, and squeezed out the words through clenched teeth:

"Can you please stop scaring her?"

"I didn't scare her."

Xing's expression is very innocent?

I am stating the facts.

She just said she's worthless; I was just agreeing with her self-assessment.

What do you call that?!

"That's called intimidation! Don't you understand what intimidation is?!"

Xing thought for a moment, then gave the little girl what she thought was a very kind smile:

"Don't worry, I won't sell to you. I just calculated it, and it's not worth it."

The little girl looked at her smile, then at the gleaming baseball bat on her shoulder.

Then look at that smile, and she's crying even louder.

March 7th frantically continued to soothe the situation, while simultaneously sending frantic distress signals to Xiye with his eyes.

Qi Ye rubbed her temples, feeling like her blood pressure had been on a rollercoaster ride all day.

He stepped forward, reached out and pulled Xing a couple of steps to the side, lowering his voice:

"Please, just say less. You can have that light cone when you have the money?"

Xing blinked. "No, that won't do. I don't want it right now."

Qi Ye opened her mouth, then gave up.

An amnesiac girl with clearer logic than him, a time traveler.

He doesn't deserve to argue with someone like that.

"...Okay. So how do you plan to pay me back?"

Xing tilted her head and thought seriously for about two seconds.

"Rob."

"What are you robbing?"

"Robbery."

Xing uttered two short words, then turned and walked away.

Qi Ye stood there stunned for a second, then immediately took a step and chased after him.

"Wait a minute! Where are you going to rob? Who are you going to rob?"

"Those who ran away must have left behind a lot of things!"

Xing didn't even turn his head, walking forward while casually pointing with his baseball bat at the open cabin doors on both sides of the corridor.

The doors to several offices were wide open.

Overturned file racks and shattered coffee cups were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

It goes without saying that when the antimatter legion launches a surprise attack...

The people here were only concerned with escaping for their lives and didn't take anything with them.

"The people ran away, but all the good stuff was left behind."

Xing crouched down, picked up a pen from the ground, unscrewed the cap, glanced at it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

"This stuff is good; it can be sold for money."

She took two more steps forward and picked up a solar-powered calculator from the overturned desk.

I shone the light above my head to make sure it wasn't broken, and then casually put it in my pocket.

As Qi Ye watched her smooth and effortless movements, his mind raced.

It seems there's really nothing wrong with that; the evacuation of the space station was extremely rushed, and they didn't have time to take any valuables with them.

These little odds and ends may be worthless elsewhere, but they can be very useful in the system's transactions.

As long as the transaction is voluntary and the price is reasonable, the portion of the credit points that is insufficient can be offset by physical goods.

The system only prohibits giving things away and selling them at low prices, but it doesn't say that bartering is prohibited.

Once he understood this, Qi Ye's eyes lit up instantly.

"Let me see that calculator."

Qi Ye immediately moved closer to Xing, his eyes filled with business opportunities.

Xing obediently took out the antique calculator he had just put inside and handed it to him.

Qi Ye examined the machine thoroughly; it was almost completely old.

I'd give it a rough estimate; it should still be worth a few hundred credits on the market.

A sly smile crept across his lips as he slipped the calculator into his pocket without a word.

Although I don't know why there are so many antique items here, they are worth some money!

Xing looked up at him.

"That's mine."

"What do you mean 'yours' and 'mine'? We're on the same side now."

"You'll be in charge of the looting, and I'll be in charge of inspecting and valuing the goods. We'll split the profits 50/50."

Xing tilted her head, looking completely bewildered.

"Partners?"

"That's right, to put it more professionally, this is called a temporary strategic alliance."

Qiye stretched out a hand and offered it to Xing.

"Come on, let's high-five to seal the deal."

Xing looked at his outstretched palm, then at his serious face.

She then raised her hand and gave him a light high five.

The two locked eyes and simultaneously exchanged knowing, mischievous smiles.

The two of them had the exact same upward curve of their lips, their synchronization was off the charts.

At the other end of the corridor, March 7th was squatting on the ground, gently patting the little girl's back and soothing her softly.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. That girl with the baseball bat is just mean-spirited, she won't really sell you off."

"Look, she's gone far away, it's alright now."

After comforting the little girl, March 7th looked up, ready to glare at Xing and make her come over and apologize.

But when I looked up, the entire corridor was empty, without a single person in sight.

Xing disappeared, and even Qiye, who had just been following behind, vanished as well.

The gentle smile on March 7th's face froze instantly.

She turned to look at Danheng, who was standing against the wall.

Dan Heng remained expressionless, raised his chin, and pointed to a cabin deep in the corridor.

On March 7th, she simply handed the little girl in her arms to Danheng to hold.

She stood up and walked quickly toward the cabin.